Page 30 of Alpha's Claim
In the distance the thunder rolled. The sky had darkened, and lightning flashed. The second time the thunder crashed, sounding as if it were right on top of her, she flinched.
“What’s the matter, sweetheart? Scared of a little storm?” Colt’s tone was teasing, but his eyes searched hers for something deeper.
“No,” she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of the storm that was brewing. “But how you make me feel? That’s another story.”
“No need to feel afraid. I will shelter you from whatever storms the Texas range might throw at you. You will always be safe with me.” His fingers brushed hers, a spark that had nothing to do with the lightning flashing outside.
“Damn you, Colt.” It was a whisper meant for the thunder, for the rain, for the horses quietly munching their feed behind them. But most of all, it was meant for the man who made her forget the storm raging outside, focusing instead on the one brewing between them.
Colt backed away, unhitching the horse and putting it away before returning to her. His hand reached out and wrapped around her arm with a strength that left little doubt as to whatwas going to happen. Before she could speak another word, he drew her close and his lips crashed against hers, fierce and demanding. Briar’s mind urged her to push him away, but her traitorous body refused to comply. Instead, she parted her lips, allowing his tongue to slip inside, teasing, insistent, and she melted into the kiss like ice under a relentless sun.
Without breaking contact, Colt stripped her out of her clothes, rendering her as naked as he was. He scooped her up in his arms and felt her pulse racing wilder than the wind outside. Before she could protest, he grabbed a clean blanket and laid it down, creating a bed of sorts. He wanted to make her comfortable, but the truth was, he’d been dreaming of this moment from the moment she’d entered the dining hall.
“Stop,” she whispered against his mouth, even as her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. It was a feeble attempt, a token protest he was sure she knew he’d ignore. She was his and she would surrender to the hunger he’d denied for so long.
Colt’s hands were quick and deliberate, pulling her down onto the soft blanket. His fingers, calloused from work on the ranch, traced the curve of her neck as his lips blazed a trail behind his fingers, igniting fires along her collarbone.
“God, Briar,” he groaned as her mouth followed her fingertips, tasting his skin as if it were some fine cuisine she meant to savor. He knew he tasted of salt and sweat, a flavor that spoke of sun-soaked days working in the elements.
His touch was relentless, teasing her nipples into tight peaks, his fingers mirroring the movements of her own as she explored the expanse of his chest. His rough hands slid up the inside of her leg to her sex. He slid two fingers inside her while his palm pressed against her clit, a motion that made her undulate her hips in response.
Her hand snaked down his torso to wrap around his cock, hard and ready, an affirmation of his own need. His flesh washot and pulsing in her grip, and she seemed to revel in the power of having him unravel beneath her touch.
“Fuck, Briar,” he hissed, head thrown back as if in agony. “You’re killing me. You know that?”
“Then let’s die together,” she whispered fiercely, locking eyes with him.
“Briar,” he breathed out, knowing there would be no stopping now—at least not until they’d both found their release in the storm of what lay between them.
The moment her hand wrapped around him, something in Colt shifted. His fingers continued their relentless dance inside her, driving her to the edge of sanity. The way she stroked his cock matched the rhythm of his fingers, firm and insistent, and he reveled in the power she exerted over him. He let the control slip from his grasp a little bit with every caress.
“Keep going,” he urged between labored breaths. “Just like that…you might make me come right here, but I’ve got a much better idea.”
He didn’t give her a chance to think about what that better idea might be. The coil in his belly tightened, pleasure building to an almost unbearable intensity. He suckled at her nipple, using his fingers to increase her pleasure. Colt whispered encouragement, urging her on, until she arched her back and gasped, her pussy clamping down on his fingers, as she cried out and waves of ecstasy washed over her.
Colt silenced her cries with a deep kiss, swallowing the sounds of her release, his own hand slick with proof of her undoing. He rolled to his back and pulled her on top of him.
“Perfection,” Colt groaned as Briar positioned herself over his cock and slowly sank down his length, taking all of him.
He began to move, each stroke up making him groan as her eager hips moved back down to impale herself on him over and over. Colt watched her, his lips hot and wet from the kisses shebestowed on him each time she seated herself. She leaned over him, her hands on his shoulders, taking him deeper inside.
“I don’t know how you ride a horse, baby, but you can ride me anytime,” he murmured, his hands gripping her hips and controlling her movements. She smiled and fought to take his length faster, harder, and deep as she could.
“Colt,” she moaned with a sigh, one that echoed the emotions that were swirling within them both. But none of that mattered. For the moment, they were simply two people caught in a storm of their own making, each wanting and needing the other more than they had tried so hard to deny.
The rhythm of their movements became a language of their own, each roll of her hips a word, every thrust of his a sentence. Colt’s hands were firm on her waist, guiding her, urging her into a dance as old as time. She leaned into him, his desire palpable in the way he devoured her with his eyes before his attention dropped to where her body welcomed his touch most.
“Ah, Briar,” he muttered, fingers slipping between them, finding that sweet spot that turned her moans into cries. His touch was different now, more insistent, demanding even, as if he could coax her pleasure from her with sheer will.
“More, Colt.” The words escaped her without thought, her focus narrowing to the sensations he elicited from her core, amplified by the tightness of her sheath around him. Nothing had ever felt so exquisite or so right in his whole damn life.
“Damn, girl,” he groaned, his free hand leaving her hip to capture her breast, leaning up so his mouth could follow suit. The swirl of his tongue on the tip of her nipple made her shiver, and he found himself losing form and thought as she unraveled again beneath his touch.
She wasn’t some sheltered maiden. She knew what was at stake, but in this moment, nothing existed beyond the stable walls, nothing beyond the heat of their bodies entwined. Briarcollapsed forward, bracing herself against his chest as his lips latched onto her other nipple, sending jolts of ecstasy straight to her core.
“You’re going to make me come, Briar,” he gasped between kisses, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “But I can’t stop watching you. You’re so beautiful like this.”
“Then don’t stop,” she whispered back, her voice a ragged plea.